The more people
that you imagine
need helping,
the further you are
from the absolute truth,
which is that
there is only you
and your imagination,
which is ALSO you.
Trail Wood,
10/9
As we wander through the labyrinthine corridors of belief and sentiment, the notion that “others” require our aid, assistance, or enlightenment unfurls like a tantalizing mirage. This construct, while embroidered with the golden threads of compassion and altruism, sometimes veils a more primordial paradox. The more we fixate on the need to “help” an external multitude, the more we drift from a most singular revelation: there is but one of us here, a multi-faceted gem reflecting infinite angles of the same singular light.
Isn’t it paradoxically divine? In our dance with duality, we entertain a cosmic ruse. We fragment the indivisible, parcelling out its wholeness into a carnival of seemingly separate souls. It’s an intricate tapestry of illusions, each thread pulling us further from the axis mundi of our one-ness, where all that exists is but an ornate weave of our own imaginings.
We are, each one of us, a celestial scriptwriter conjuring myriad dramas on the stage of space-time, intricate plays imbued with moral dilemmas, ethical quandaries, and cosmic cliffhangers. It’s a divine mirage-o-rama, a spiraling phantasmagoria of shadow and light. In this majestic scenario, the “helping” we extend to “others” often reveals itself as an opulent masquerade, an ornate ruse cloaking a more humbling realization: all players on this cosmic stage are but differing masks we wear. We are the puppet and the puppeteer, the savior and the saved.
We shall do well to recognize the quizzical nature of our yearning to be cosmic Samaritans. For each act, each desire to assist, essentially echoes back as a mirror-song to our own souls. It is we who desire understanding, it is we who crave enlightenment, it is we who seek release from the illusory tangles of existence. The helping hand we extend reaches back to touch our own ethereal essence.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We explore the illusion that others need our help, recognizing that this compelling belief may actually distance us from the indivisible core truth: there is only one of us here, splintered into myriad forms and fables through the prism of imagination.
Glossarium
- Labyrinthine Corridors of Belief: Our complex systems of thought that often cloud the simplicity of being.
- Cosmic Ruse: The grand illusion of separation and individuality.
- Axis Mundi of Our One-ness: The central, unifying truth of singular existence.
- Divine Mirage-o-Rama: The multifaceted illusions we create in our notion of reality.
“You are an aperture through which the universe is looking at and exploring itself.”
—Alan Watts
What new facets of our endless cosmic play shall we explore next?
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